Super Plane Traveling

The Deputy Secretary of State himself was equally dumbfounded. He touched his legs and found that they were intact, as if the gunshot wound he had just received was just an illusion.

Zhao Ze already knew how these people would react. He shook his fingers and made an unpredictable look, "Don't ask, wait until the press conference is over."

Martino is almost speechless. He came with an important mission to get the injured Deputy Secretary of State out of here first. In the eyes of the people in the White House, as long as Zhao Ze wants to broadcast the conference, he will definitely do it. Agree to this small request.

Unexpectedly, the Deputy Secretary of State was all right in the blink of an eye, but the Washington side released all the words. If the request for the live broadcast is rejected, what if the two robbers are angered?

In desperation, Martino could only run one more time to report back what happened here.

After Washington received this fabled news, everyone had no idea.

Faced with such a role that does not play cards according to common sense, the members of the staff can not come up with any good solutions, and can only focus on the president.

The pressure on the president is not small, but he is the first person in this country, and he still has this courage.

Five minutes later, Martino appeared in front of Zhao Ze again and told him that the live broadcast could start, but there should not be any political issues during the live broadcast, otherwise the live broadcast signal may be cut off at any time.

Zhao Ze sneered in his heart. Of course, there will be no political topics. This is basically a press conference for all mankind!

And once the live broadcast starts, he can guarantee that there will never be a radio and television company that will cut off the signal, even if it receives a high price ticket afterwards!

Knowing that the press conference was finally about to begin, and it was still in the form of a live broadcast, reporters all cheered for it. For these uncrowned kings who want news, they don’t care who they are interviewing. The only thing they care about is the value of news. .

Yankee’s morals are always unwarranted. To be cautious, Zhao Ze asked the governor to go to the interview car to check it again, and then announced: The press conference site will change location!

In fact, I didn’t go far, just moved from the gate of the steel plant to the workers’ resting area. The reporters had no objection to this, and the police would not say anything anymore-moving from an open field to a relatively closed environment. Wouldn't it be more conducive to control the robbers?

The main reason why Zhao Ze did this was that he was worried about the Yankees. He had to ensure that the live broadcast content could not be interrupted.

The rest area of ​​the steel mill is equivalent to the staff canteen of the domestic factory, and TV is naturally essential.

There are also reporters secretly slandering in their hearts, this is probably the most funny kidnapping ever.

The hostage-taking robbers didn't want to escape quickly, instead they wanted to hold a press conference!

Not to mention holding a press conference, but also requires a live broadcast!

There were only two robbers, but they were not afraid of the police close at hand, and even agreed to let the police and the reporter sit together!

After several times in the world, I'm afraid I can't find a second pair of such robbers, right?

But anyway, this shocking kidnapping case is about to come to a perfect end...

Several hundred people worked together, and after some temporary arrangement, the rest area was quickly arranged like a press conference.

"Very good! Now that all American citizens can see this press conference, I now announce: The press conference has officially begun! If you have any questions, you can start asking." Zhao Ze stood at the front desk, behind the governor. , A group of hostages sat on the ground, always under the supervision of the governor.

Hundreds of reporters raised their hands together, and Zhao Ze randomly ordered a female reporter who looked younger and more beautiful.

The female reporter asked excitedly: "Excuse me, Mr. Chris, why are you doing this? Is it for money?"

Zhao Ze held his forehead with his hands, and said that this beautiful woman really cannot be counted on. How did he become a reporter with such a low IQ?

"For money? Have you ever seen a robber who took hostages for money and held a press conference? Next!"

Another male reporter was lucky enough to be spotted by Zhao Ze.

"Mr. Chris, can you talk to us about the theme of the press conference? I think this is what the audience wants to know most now."

Look, there are still smart people, and the point is reached all at once.

Zhao Ze showed a gratified smile, sorted out the language in his mind, and at the same time turned his head to look at the TV on the wall, and found that he was still very photogenic in the live broadcast.

"Well, before telling the theme and my purpose, I would like to ask you a question, in the eyes of your reporters, what kind of image are arms dealers and big capitalists?"

This question is a bit sensitive, but there are still bold reporters rushing to talk about it.

"Greedy vampire!"

"Warmongers!"

"Murderer!"

"The wicked person who committed the original sin!"

"They should go to hell!"

...

No reporter will have a good opinion of arms dealers, even if this country is enjoying the sense of security and many benefits brought by the world's top arms dealers.

Zhao Ze snapped his fingers and motioned the reporters to stop first.

"Very good! I see conscience and hope in your eyes."

Zhao Ze applauded and turned to look at the hostages on the ground. "I have another question. I want to ask the shareholders of Cybertron Systems. Anyone of you knows the name Sarah Connor? Or, who else? Know the specific information about Sarah Connor?"

In fact, Cybertron's shareholders are far more than a dozen people on the ground, but Zhao Ze has exhausted all those eligible to participate in the board meeting.

Hearing the name "Sarah Connor", this group of people looked blank, as if they had never heard of it.

But they obviously miscalculated.

Based on Zhao Ze's life experience, it may not be possible to see the true thoughts of these old foxes, but as long as the governor is there, these people should not hide their true thoughts.

Chapter 21: A Story Thirteen Years Ago

At Zhao Ze's gesture, the governor's electronic eyes hidden behind the sunglasses began to scan the hostages, and the results of the scan were not beyond what Zhao Ze expected.

"There are eight people with tachycardia. Data analysis shows that they are lying."

Zhao Ze nodded in satisfaction, "I know you won't be so honest, but it doesn't matter, Governor!"

Following Zhao Ze's order, the governor pulled the eight ghostly hearts out of the hostages one by one, and threw them at the front desk of the press conference-between Zhao Ze and the reporter.

These people were wailed and wailed, but they did not dare to move, for fear that they would accidentally detonate the remote-controlled bomb hung on their chest.

Of the eight people, two are military personnel wearing military uniforms.From the perspective of military rank, these two men are both lieutenants.

"Let me see...who should I start with? Well, let's start with you!" Zhao Ze silently read in his heart, and finally selected the oldest shareholder among the eight. "Old guy, in In front of all American citizens, I ask again, do you know who Sarah Connor is? Before answering my question, don’t forget to swear to God!"

This gray-haired board member is not young, and looks almost like 60 or 70 years old. However, white people are naturally old, so it is hard to say how old they are. He glanced at Zhao Ze and then turned his head. The group of reporters who are watching him.

In front of dozens of photographers' "long guns and short cannons", the old man shook his head seriously, "I don't know Sarah Connor, and I have never heard of this person. I swear to God."

"You don't know? Very good! Governor, kill him!" Zhao Ze snapped his fingers, and did not forget to add, "Yes, in order not to affect the viewers who are watching the live broadcast, don't use guns."

Without saying anything, the governor stepped forward and stepped on the old man's back. He bent down and put his hands on his head. Without seeing how hard it was, he heard a crisp sound of "Garba" and the old man was killed on the spot!